The Email

Receiving an email I’d never expect,
awaiting a flight that’s delayed,
I read of a favor I didn’t detect
when granted, which your words conveyed.
Without you describing, I’d not recollect
the kindness your missive portrayed.
The truth, is I played fair – I only play me.
I’m happy to meet me from your memory.

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